Pour

Come rushing down sweet summer rain
Wrap in moisture the still burning pain
Come down and cool the molten asphalt street
Wash away the tyranically oppressive heat
Let static build, lighting flash and thunder roar
Allow me to bask in the sudden down pour
I want my hair to be left in dripping locks
I want rain in my shoes to saturate my socks
I'm done with cliche suns and skies of blue
All I need is the sharp cold rain and you